short story

Amy had grown used to the sound of the car’s engine clicking itself to sleep. Each tick was a reminder

If Maggie hadn't spilled that grande caramel macchiato at exactly 8:42 AM, the day would have gone entirely

I always say, if you stand still long enough in a garden, it’ll tell you a story. Mine certainly does.

When I first posted the ad for a work-from-home housemate, I wasn’t expecting a miracle. Just someone

The house on Lavender Lane had ivy crawling up its bricks like nature’s own wallpaper. The shutters were

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice little more than a breath swallowed by the wind.

Jamie paused